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p0tat0esZoinks. What a rollicking good night. Went over to Bryan's place of residence, in this lovely old building right behind Crack Park in Belltown. Most of the residents of the building, and their hangers-on, were congregated on the back patio. I stuck to myself for the first part of the soiree...I wasn't in life-of-the-party mode tonight. It was, however, totally fucking spectacular watching the sky fade from light blue to a dark azure as the hours and minutes passed. It was an absolutely gorgeous night. Warm, clear, a little breezy...this is what us Seattleites live for through the nine months of rain that occur most years. Wow. 86 freaking degrees today. Fan-fucking-tastic.
Anyway, back to the party: one of the other residents of the building (Brian, I believe) had been Airporting music from the Speakeasy offices to his laptop on the patio. We got our fill of Dr. Dre's The Chronic and some surf music. (There was a little Guns & Roses interlude there for a bit too.) Then he busted out a DVD of Akira Kurasowa's Sanjuro (sp?). Nothing like a little subtitled 1960s Japanese samurai epic on the back porch of a former brothel to liven up a night. Actually, the movie was quite good.
After the flick had concluded, I joined the rest of the remaining revelers, which included several Speakeasy employees and fellow LJers...I'd link 'em all, but I won't cuz I can't remember who's how and what's where. Deal with it.
But now I'm home. There's nothing like a brisk walk through Belltown at 1:00 AM to keep yr wits sharp. I gave some cat $5.00 so he could get him & his wife and kid home. His car had apparently broken down on I-5 and he needed cab fare. Even if his story was complete and utter bullshit, which it very possibly may have been, it was at least better than most sob stories i hear from folks asking me for money - if they have a story at all.
Bwah.
I showed up at work half an hour late today. I have a feeling that it will be a similar situation on Wednesday as well. God I miss being able to hang out until 4 or 5 every morning, and still being able to get to work on time. But I also really like getting off of work at 5:00 every day.
Harumph.
Going to bed.
G'night.
Anyway, back to the party: one of the other residents of the building (Brian, I believe) had been Airporting music from the Speakeasy offices to his laptop on the patio. We got our fill of Dr. Dre's The Chronic and some surf music. (There was a little Guns & Roses interlude there for a bit too.) Then he busted out a DVD of Akira Kurasowa's Sanjuro (sp?). Nothing like a little subtitled 1960s Japanese samurai epic on the back porch of a former brothel to liven up a night. Actually, the movie was quite good.
After the flick had concluded, I joined the rest of the remaining revelers, which included several Speakeasy employees and fellow LJers...I'd link 'em all, but I won't cuz I can't remember who's how and what's where. Deal with it.
But now I'm home. There's nothing like a brisk walk through Belltown at 1:00 AM to keep yr wits sharp. I gave some cat $5.00 so he could get him & his wife and kid home. His car had apparently broken down on I-5 and he needed cab fare. Even if his story was complete and utter bullshit, which it very possibly may have been, it was at least better than most sob stories i hear from folks asking me for money - if they have a story at all.
Bwah.
I showed up at work half an hour late today. I have a feeling that it will be a similar situation on Wednesday as well. God I miss being able to hang out until 4 or 5 every morning, and still being able to get to work on time. But I also really like getting off of work at 5:00 every day.
Harumph.
Going to bed.
G'night.
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Date: 2001-05-23 08:21 am (UTC)yesterday - 107.. *sigh* triple digits for me from now until mid october. not to mention when the humidity kicks in during monsoon season in august. That's when Arizonans start getting REALLY cranky.